They are! WHY NOT JUST POST THOSE. The women in the original portraits are all absolutely gorgeous.

I’m just imagining a sad gorilla with an iPhone. “Wait...so u no girlfriend?”

These stories are terrifying, and yours is pretty awful. I’m starting to feel even more grateful that I was already 18 by the time my Mom went over the line from functional alcoholic to alcoholic-alcoholic.

You’re a monster, basically.

Well it starts when your period is latte...

I feel like it’s usually called a “steamer”, if syrup is added it would be a “vanilla steamer” or a “cinnamon steamer”. Honestly, I think babyccino is a much cuter name.

I mean a part is actually called the vestibule. So it only makes sense to have parlor curtains.

Vagina Valance is the name of the hard boiled female private detective in the feminist retro-noir radio serial somebody on Jezebel needs to write.

See this is where I tend to feel uncomfortable judging women who get this surgery.

I know it’s a mostly result of societal pressure to look a certain way, for goddamn yoga pants of all things.

But if someone feels so intensely horrible about their body, to the point where they’d consider surgery...I have a hard time…

Same with me. I started dating my fiance because he was fun and we had great conversations, but I thought he looked pretty average/meh. As our relationship developed, I found myself becoming more physically attracted to him.

Ha, I definitely read the posts out of order and thought you meant that your Christian radio was living for “Ice Ice Baby,” which would have been amazing.

I went to a wedding where the bride and groom rapped Ice Ice Baby. Also the guy performing the ceremony sang his way through part of it.

No because that would be my crazy Aunt who did the following:

1) wtf was she blabbering on about for 20 minutes??
2) who does she think she is? Sherlock?

The Reuben one reminded me of a story Terry Pratchett told. He said that one jet-lagged evening he accidently asked for Three Mile Island dressing for his salad. The waitress didn’t say a word, just brought him Thousand Island dressing and a bottle of hot sauce.

Also, as a queer female, I’ve never been distracted by another student’s outfit or body

Binders full of cats.

Guys, no need to be team cat or team dog. Just hear me out. Miniature horse library.